Malty Melromarc Death Novels & Stories

He knelt down on the ground and touched the dried blood. "I am here, my friend. I will find you." He said and stood up again. "Where can I find Marlena? I can still sense her curse on you." He asked me. I gave him a confused look. "Marlena… where can I find her?" He repeated his question. He looked pissed, so I thought it's better to answer him. "You can't, she is dead. Lucas killed her." I replied and he shook his head. "Lucas can not kill Marlena. She is alive and I can smell her all over the place." Ethan replied with a smirk.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

“Dre?” “We just got word. Romano’s been killed.” He tells me. “Marcelo?” I ask. Alex’s eyes find mine and I know he just got word as well. Funny how he wants to talk to Marcelo only for him to die before he could even speak to him. “Yes. His car was loaded with explosives.” Andre says. “Jesus.” I whistle. “We’re doing a sweep making sure it’s not coming our way.” Andre tells me. “I’m on my way.” I say getting up. I hang up.

“You didn’t trap me, Beth. I trapped _myself_. The second you spilled that champagne.” He took the hairpin from my hair. Bent. Silver. Held it up. “First choice,” he said. “Always.” [SFX: PHONE. MARCOS’S. BUZZING. THEN MARCOS. PALE.] “Sir. It’s Marcus Vane.” Adrian went still. “He’s dead. Fired him myself. Overdose, six months ago.” “Not dead,” Marcos said. Held up the phone. Video call. Man. Thirties. Face sharp. Eyes dead. _Hospital gown_. Same one Valeria wore.

Wanting to see to the extent that the girl's eyes could endure the temptation of showing her darrel's grave, although Bella would never have been able to meet him even if only by a mountain of dirt. Yes, Marco was indeed a ruthless man with no compassion at all. It is evident with the body of an AD darrel that vanished even without a trace from the earth, after obliterating the darrel. Marco told pablo to take the man's body to his pets, he innoculously told pablo to throw the bloody corpse into the pit where the lions were waiting for their rations.

Carlos’ jaw tightened, shame warring with anger. I leaned in, smiling with that terrifying calm he always hated. “Marcini is already dead. I took care of him myself. His head rots at Dante’s underground showroom. But you-” I pressed my finger to his chest. “You are still alive. So tell me, why are you still repeating his mistakes?” He swallowed, silent.

Then: “Yes.” Charlotte looked at her sharply. “Who?” Eleanor paused. And said one word: “Malcolm.” Silence. Even the screens hummed quieter somehow. Elias’s voice dropped. “…Malcolm Lancaster is dead.” “He was listed as dead,” Eleanor corrected. “But he never had a body funeral. No cremation. No DNA confirmation.” Julian’s jaw clenched. “I buried him.” Eleanor looked up. “And you think they didn’t give you a body to bury?”

“If you aren’t going to hide, make sure you train properly, as I think it’s what got my dad killed. He feared his bloodline and never trained his spirit magic. As a spirit mage, had he trained, he would have been able to block Lord Meozo, like I'm sure you did when you destroyed him.” January 7, 2004 With a coffee mug in her hand, Coralis searched the database on her hologram for a Robbie Golmar. She was growing frustrated when she couldn’t find anything. “I can’t even find a death report or a speed ticket. It’s as if he never existed.” “That man mastered the art of hiding by the look of it,” said Frank, sitting next to her. “He should have left me an instruction manual before he went to hid

It seemed I needed to show him his right place faster than ever. "So, you don't believe me?" he asked. "What?" "So you think that's why Marc wants me dead? I'm sure that's what he must have said to you, right?" What was he blubbering on about? "The reason why Marc wants me dead is that I know a secret, one that possesses its threats, one that he wants hidden. A secret behind his unspoken actions." "Really? And what could that be?" "The truth that he was behind your father's death," Damarc uttered. "Yeah, I must say shocking to know he killed his own brother."

mumbled Matt as he nibbled some chips. “They were known as the strongest magi in the history of all creation!” Xander added. “Sadly, there has never been any record of a known sourcerer in existance, aside from the Golden Prince of legend, and the last known Ravant, Lady Chantrell Ravante, just passed away last week.” The room fell quiet as they paid their respects to the deceased registrar. It was only broken by a soft chime. Mar took out her cellphone and looked at Dorin after reading the message on the screen.